Welcome to Survival Game Simulator

"Could it be that he was killed by zombies?" Someone boldly guessed.

Wudong Fengyun didn't answer, thought carefully, and said: "I'll look at it tomorrow, I hope I can get other clues, cook early, then rest for a while, and prepare to deal with the zombies in the second half of the night."

Hearing what Wudong Fengyun said, the players took action one after another.

"How did you say that Mr. Zhao died?" Lin Jiahui asked Song Qi curiously.

Song Qi shook his head, "I don't know yet, but gossip always comes from the villagers. Maybe we can ask people who are not very good with the Zhao family."

Those people may add fuel to their mouths, but the fundamental problem will not change.

The task of cooking at night fell to Song Qilin Jiahui and several other players.

After the first day, they are relatively proficient in the rural stove, and the speed is also faster.

The meal was finished before dark, and Wudong Fengyun distributed the glutinous rice again. This thing is still very useful.

Song Qi and Lin Jiahui each have an ink fountain.

The male and female players went back to their rooms to rest respectively. They had to rest early and wake up in the middle of the night to be refreshed.

Sleeping before dark, so Song Qi wakes up before the zombies come.

She strained her ears to listen to the movement outside, and heard a bang, as if something had fallen from a high place.

Song Qi got up, and several players got up beside him.

They saw the zombie jump from the wall into the yard, then get up from the ground and come to the door.

They move slowly and stiffly, mainly because they are scary enough to look like that, and being scratched is enough for them.

The players pushed open the door unanimously, and sprinkled white glutinous rice on the zombies.

There seem to be more zombies coming tonight.

There was another puff of white smoke. Someone tried it with black dog blood, and the zombie that was splashed with black dog blood let out a sharp scream.

The effect of garlic is relatively small, it will only keep them away.

There was enough stuff tonight, so it didn't take long for the player to take care of the zombies.

With the flashlight on, Wu Dong Fengyun felt in the pocket of the zombie's clothes.

Nothing but some dirt and grass clippings.

"I don't know where it came from."

Song Qi thought silently, if he stayed outside without sleeping at night, would he be able to know where these zombies came from?

However, this risk is a bit high, and it is not recommended to try it for the time being, and these players probably will not agree.

After failing to obtain any useful information from the zombies, the players went back separately.

You still have to take a good rest, but it's just a waste of two days.

On the third day after they arrived in the mountain village, the white matter was still going on. Wudong Fengyun didn't assign them any tasks today, so it was free time.

Song Qi inquired about the people who didn't get along well with the Zhao family, and the question was more tactful, and he still found the old grandfather nearby.

"I went to Zhao's house yesterday. It was really grand. I heard that Mrs. Zhao has a good reputation, and there are quite a few people who went to mourn. It seems that the relationship with the villagers is good on weekdays."

The old man smiled, "That's right, Lao Zhao is really a good person."

"Grandpa Zhao must be a kind person. There shouldn't be any trouble with him in the village."

The old man shook his head, looked at Song Qi and said, "No matter how good a person is, there are people who don't like him. There is nothing so absolute."

"Huh? Which one?" Song Qi pretended to be surprised, and Lin Jiahui also looked over.